People say that life is the thing, but I prefer reading.
Logan Pearsall Smith, Trivia, 1917
She git it from her mamma (repeat 7x)
Verse 1:(Juvenile)
Oh, where she git her eyes from? (she git it from her mamma)
But where she git her thighs from? (she git it from her mamma)
N
hiều lúc giữa những con đường quen.Anh nhớ những kỉ niệm, hạnh phúc của chúng mình.
Anh chợt mỉm cười vu vơ, tuy không còn em kề bên.
Nhiều lúc muốn hét lên thật to.
Để thế giới biết rằng, anh nhớ em rất nhiều!
(Dre Dog talking)
Drop it
Yeah! (yeah)
Wasup?
This is uh...one of those cocaine style raps (you can say that again)
For the killas (the who?)
(stevie nicks)
No one looks as I walk by
Just an invitation would have been just fine
Said no to her again, again and again
First she took my heart then she ran
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Oh, oh
I wish I could fly
Like a jet plane
If my honey comes back, sometime
I'm gonna rap that jack, sometimes
Get a hump in my back, sometimes
I'm going over here, sometimes
Way down yonder, sometimes
Dear dream of mine
Am I wasting time
Thinking that you
Will be my dream come true
Dear dream I guess
If the answer is yes
Y
ou should take it as a complimentThat I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk
You should think about the consequence
Of your magnetic field being a little too strong
And I got a boyfriend, he's older than us
He's in the club doing, I don't know what
All alone or so It feels
Where are you going
Finally knowing
That nobody knows
And if you ever need my hands
[DMX]
Uh. Yea. Uh. If you love something let it go, if it
Comes back to you it's yours. If it doesn't, it never was.
Hold me down baby
[Chorus: x2]
